Date: Mon, 21 May 2012 01:57:18 -0400 (EDT)
From: Milford Slabaugh
Subject: "What a Brother is For"
WHAT A BROTHER IS FOR
By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
WWW.TOMMYHAWKSROGUEMOON.COM
"Do we have to talk about this now?" I moaned when Mom started in
about me getting in trouble at school. Mom always drops these kind of bombs
on our family right at desert time. I think when you're about to eat a nice
warm piece of apple pie with a small scoop of ice cream on top, you ought
to be allowed to enjoy it, not have to try to eat it while Mom tells Dad
about my getting sent to the principal's office. Takes all the fun out of
it!
"What did he do now?" Gregg wanted to know, mumbling around a mouthful
of pie.
"He was in the boy's room at the school, walked up to an older boy at
one of the, uh, stalls and tried to grab the boy's, uh, thing." Mom told
Dad.
"What?" Dad was outraged.
Gregg burst out laughing, spraying pie crust crumbs out over the
table, it got all in the butter and mashed potatoes in front of him. Gregg
is almost seventeen now and a high school junior, Mom has pretty much
stopped trying to teach him table manners any more. Me, I would have been
yelled at for that. Or maybe Mom was just busy raking me over the coals
right now.
"It's true!" Mom went on. "Just walked up, and grabbed the boy. Of
course the boy was shocked and reported it, and I had to go in to the
school and speak with the principal."
"I don't see what the big deal was." I mumbled, picking at my pie and
ice cream, mushing the softening ice cream down to cover the top of the
apple pie. I like to make the ice cream cover the entire top, to have every
mouthful be of both. But like I say, Mom was raining all over my fun. "I
was just curious."
"Curious about what?" Dad wanted to know.
"They were talking about it in Sex Education." I went on. "Telling us
how when we got older, we'd get bigger and hair would grow around it and
sometimes when we touched it, it'd get all hard and such. I had to go to
the bathroom next period after that, and when I saw Mark Abbott walk up to
the urinal, he was taking it out as he walked up and I could see he had a
big one and I just wanted to see what it looked like."
"So you reached over and grabbed him?" Gregg was still giggling about
it. "Boy, I bet he let out a real yell when you got hold of him, huh?"
"Do we have to talk about this in front of Gregg?" I demanded. "It's
not fair!"
"He deserves to know." Dad mused. "Mark may have an older brother at
his school, and if he tells that brother and the brother tells Gregg's
friends, they may start in on Gregg."
"They try and I'll knock their blocks off." Gregg said confidently. He
could do it, too, Gregg's on the football team and a big guy. I hoped when
I got older, I'd look like Gregg. But I was young, I still had to go
through what Gregg did when he was younger, all big hands and feet and ears
before the rest of my body would catch up. I looked okay now and would when
I was all grown up, but Mom had said, one day I was teasing Gregg about it
while looking through old photos of him back then, that I could expect the
same thing to happen to me. Another reason I'd been curious about Mark's
wiener.
"They pick on me, you can come to my school and knock their blocks off
for me, too, huh?" I semi-begged.
Gregg smirked and nodded. "Why not? That's what brothers are for."
"Yeah, that's what brothers are for." I felt better.
"So what should we do?" Mom asked Dad. Time for my punishment. I was
already getting two weeks' detention at school, and I pointed that out, it
didn't slow Mom down, she kept talking. "I knew something like this could
happen when they announced they were going to have Sex Ed classes for
elementary school students, Billy shouldn't be listening to this. So what
do we do?"
"I don't think we need to do anything else." Dad said. "Long as Billy
doesn't do it again, I mean. I think he's learned his lesson."
"I guess." I muttered. "But I didn't get to even see it or touch it."
"Lucky for you that you didn't." Dad observed. "Mark may have hit you
if you had, hit you a lot. You just don't do that to strangers,
Son. Remember that."
"Okay." I grumped. "But I was just curious. I wanted to see a big
one."
"One day, yours will be bigger, and you can examine it all you want."
Dad said, which got him a dirty look and a cussing-out by Mom, and made
Gregg laugh all over again. I was puzzled by all that. But I didn't dare
ask at the dinner table what that was all about.
After dinner, I followed Gregg out the dining room door, and up the
stairs. Upstairs in the hallway, I cleared my throat and said, "Gregg?"
"Huh? What do you want?"
"Why did Mom get mad at Dad at dinner?"
"Which time?"
I made an exasperated sound. "Today. When Dad said I could look at my
own wiener one day to see what it would look like. Why did she get mad?"
"Same reason I laughed." Gregg said as if that explained it all, he
stopped.
"So why did you laugh?"
"Because you aren't supposed to touch your wiener too much." Gregg
acted like that was obvious.
"Why not?"
"Didn't they teaching you about that in Sex Ed?"
"Nuh-uh." I said. "It's all about changes my body will go through one
day and treating my body with respect and changes are natural and
stuff. They don't even show us pictures, they just talk and talk and talk,
and a lot of it doesn't make any sense."
"Oh." Gregg considered this. "I guess they figure you'll learn it on
your own."
"That's what I was trying to do. Get a look at a bigger wiener than my
own. And I got in trouble because of it."
"Because you didn't ask permission." Gregg agreed. "You have to ask a
guy if you can look at his wiener. And he's probably going to say no,
anyhow. You aren't supposed to look."
"So how do I find out anything?" I demanded.
"You got to sneak a peek when you can without getting caught." Gregg
chuckled. "Maybe accidentally walk in on Dad one day when he's taking a
bath."
"He locks the door." I complained about that idea. Then I got
another. "But what about you?"
"Me?"
"You're grown up, or nearly."
"Yeah."
"So can I look at your wiener?" I asked. "I want to see what it looks
like!"
Gregg looked dumbfounded and then he said, "Ah, what the heck? That's
what a brother's for, isn't it? All right. You come in to my room in about
five minutes' time, and I'll let you look at my wiener all you want, okay?"
"Five minutes? Why not right now?"
"I want to get ready to show it off, doofus."
"Oh." I said, not seeing it at all. But five minutes was
nothing. "Okay then, five minutes." I agreed, and went into my room to
wait. It was twenty minutes to seven, so I only had to wait until fifteen
till. I watched the clock's slow second hand wend its way around the dial,
again, and again, and again.
I was knocking on his door on the dot. "Come on in, Billy." came the
answer.
When I opened the door, I goggled. Gregg was lying on his bed, stark
naked! And his wiener was standing up, hard, just like they'd described it
in Sex Ed!
"Come on over." Gregg said to me. "Come get a good look!" He had his
head and upper body on a couple of pillows, with his hands behind his head,
so that every muscle on his arms and on his chest and stomach stood out in
sharp detail. His legs, too, he'd lifted just enough to make the upper leg
muscles and calves flex outward. He had hair around his wiener, just like
they'd said in Sex Ed, but also had hair elsewhere on his body, a light
dust of it on his chest, lower arms, legs, and stomach. A thicker line of
it wended down from his navel to bush out in a tangled mass around his
cock. If he hadn't gotten it hard, I think I might not have been able to
see it in all that hair. The hair down there was darker than on the rest of
his body, but the same color as on his head.
But his dick was what had me completely enraptured. It stood upright,
just like they'd said it would, and it was much bigger than mine, or even
Mark Abbott's, who was in the sixth grade.
"Have you gotten a good look at it now?" Gregg asked me after a
while. I had walked slowly over so now I was right next to him, standing by
his bed. "Need a closer look, maybe?"
"Can I touch it?" I whispered. "Just a little bit? Please?"
"Touch it? Why?"
"Just to see what it's like, okay? Does it feel hard? Or what?"
"You want to touch my dick." Gregg said it like he couldn't believe
it.
"Yeah. Just a little bit. Please?"
"Why not?" Gregg said softly. "What's a brother for, if you can't
touch his cock a little, huh?"
"Yeah." I agreed and my hand went out and my fingers circled it and I
clasped on tightly.
Gregg softly moaned as I gripped him. "Ahhh, damn, that feels nice!"
he breathed. "Real nice."
I could feel the warmth of it, warmer than I'd expected, and the skin
was thick and soft as silk. "Feels nice." I agreed.
"It can feel nicer."
"How?"
"Move your hand up and down." Gregg sighed. "Nice and slow, up and
down."
I did as he said, moving my hand up and down on the shaft of it, and
the skin moved with my hand. Gregg began to groan as I did it, and I
noticed that the movement of my hand was making him groan. If I sped up,
his groans got louder. "You like this, Gregg?"
"Yeah, oh, yeah!" Gregg groaned. "Do it faster, now, huh, can you do
it faster for me? Really pump it now."
I did and Gregg let out a long, low moan. "Ohhhhh, yeahhhhh!" he
crooned, raised his chin up, closed his eyes, his face softened with his
pleasure.
"Am I doing it right?" I asked. "Is this what you're supposed to do
with it?"
"Do with it?"
"Yeah, sex. You know, like Sex Ed?" I said as I pumped on his
pud. "They talk about it like you're supposed to do something with your
penis when it gets all big and grown up and hard like this. But they've
never said what you're supposed to do with it, they just call it sex like
I'm supposed to know what that means. What is sex, Gregg? What is sex?"
"Ahhh, gah! You want me to show you what sex is?"
"Yeah." I said, then borrowed a phrase from him. "After all, what's a
brother for, if he can't show me what sex is?"
"Yeah! Yeah!" Gregg panted. "Well, there's...huh! There's several
kinds...huh! "Kinds of sex...huh!" He gulped several breaths and went
on. "You're doing one of them now, with your hand. The next kind is to do
the same thing, only with your mouth."
"With my mouth?"
"Yeah. You get your mouth all wet, then slide it over my cock and hold
on with your lips and bob it up and down, fast as you can."
"Is that better than with your hand?"
"Oh, yeah!" Gregg assured me. "It's lots better. But you don't have
to.... Gah!"
I had dived down onto his cock with my mouth, my spit rushing out of
my tongue and cheeks as I did so. The taste of Gregg's dick was hot and
salty at the tip where a sort of clear fluid had built up. I licked at this
fluid, it was definitely not piss or nothing, it was heavy, rich
flavored. I milked at his pud and more of it gushed out and I slurped it
off as well.
Gregg's hands came down and grabbed my head and began to force my lips
up and down. His movements shoved his cock pretty far down my throat, but I
gagged only a little and there was more of that delicious fluid. Gregg was
moving pretty quick by the time my gag reflexes caught up with me and I
choked and he let go and I lifted off, coughed a little, then smiled up at
him.
"You're a natural born cock-sucker, Billy." Gregg moaned. "I'm getting
so fucking hot, I was about to blow."
"Blow?"
"Shoot my load." Gregg clarified, still puffing pretty hard. "You do
it long enough, a whole lot of white stuff shoots out. I nearly did while
you were sucking on me, oh, man!"
"What's it look like?"
"You keep sucking and you'll find out." Gregg said enticingly, the way
you persuade a younger brother to do what you want him to do by making it
sound attractive.
"Okay." I said. "But let me do it this time."
"Move fast as you can." Gregg said as I lowered my head over his cock
again. "Fast as you can. I'm ready to blow."
I got busy and Gregg was moaning again in no time. I was getting
pretty tired, but I put my hand to helping me move his cockshaft's skin
back and forth and he seemed to like that as much as my mouth doing the
work, I used my tongue to lick at his glans as I skinned it down and sucked
off the juices as I pulled back up again and Gregg was moaning and his head
tossing back and forth like crazy.
"Here it comes!" he gasped out after a while. "You gotta choose! Hoo!
Will you catch it? Uh! Or want to back off? Ah, gah!"
I made my choice and resumed sucking him with my mouth alone, fast as
I could, and Gregg's moans reached a crescendo. "Ah-huh! Ah-huh!
Ah-huh-huh-uh-uh-UH-UH-HUH-GUH-GUH-GGGGGUUUHHHH-GUHH-GUH, HAH-GUHHHHHH!"
And I saw what he meant about "shooting" because his cock got hot as a
burrito right out of the microwave and then he squirted a lot of that
salty, delicious juice of his right into my mouth. There was a lot of it,
and it was thicker, gooey-er than before, and it was like having that ice
cream like I'd had at dinner, only this was warm, very warm, and I gulped
it down, all hot and salty and musky and rich! Mmm-mmmmh, man, it was so
good!
And Gregg squirted it out, again and again, I gulped at it as fast as
I could, though some of it dribbled down his cock out the corners of my
lips, and then he was done, panting hard, his big chest heaving and I used
the end of his squirting to chase the last remnants, working my lips up and
down his shaft, licking him clean, completely clean.
And Gregg caught his breath and he laughed, a laugh so unlike his
usual scornful sneering sound, this one was one of utter happiness and
pleasure and relief. "Hoo, Billy!" he said when he'd done laughing. "You
are incredible. You've been paying more attention in Sex Ed than you let
on!"
"Nuh-uh!" I said. "They aren't telling nothing in Sex Ed. It's all
changes to my body and becoming a man and that stuff. If they'd told me
about it, I wouldn't have tried to grab Mark's dick in the bathroom."
"And I'd have missed out on this terrific blowjob."
"Is that what you call it?"
"Yeah."
"Blowjob. Yeah." I fixed the word in my mind. "It's one way to have
sex. You said there were other ways to have sex?" I countered. "What are
they?"
"You can't do the next one."
"Why not?"
"It takes a pussy."
"Oh." I said. "Any others?"
"Just one. You can take it up your ass."
"Doesn't that hurt?"
"It can." Gregg admitted. "You want to try it, we'd have to take it
slow and easy."
"Okay. But we can try?"
Gregg looked at me. "You sure you want to try?"
"Yeah." I said enthusiastically. "I want to learn everything!"
"Okay." Gregg said. "I'll read up on it and we can try it tomorrow."
"Okay." I said. "Can I suck your cock some more, then?"
Gregg let out an exhausted chuckle. "I'll have to rest a bit first,
but, uh, sure, why not?"
"Great."
"After all, what's a brother for?"
"Yeah!" I said, grabbing hold of his cock again and giving it a firm
waggle. "That's what a brother is for."
THE END
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